Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 472

But Bai Feihong, who had just left for a while, turned back again, "My lord, there is one more thing that I think I need to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"There is a problem with the incense tripod in the emperor's study room."

Ji Li raised his eyes to look at Bai Feihong, his eyes were filled with coldness, "You only need to know now, and you don't have to tell anyone about it."

Bai Feihong was startled, Jili obviously knew that this matter was Jili's hands and feet, he...

He probably was really anxious, so he used such a method, right?
The next day, Bai Feihong received the news that Wei Feng's Mrs. Zheng died suddenly in the palace last night.

On Jili's side, the matter of food has come to an end, but it has just begun here on Lian Qingcheng's side. Her plan is no less small than Jili's, and the situation is even more dangerous. He will play Beichen alive to death.

By the time the food from Jili arrived at Beichen, it was already early March. At this time in previous years, the ice and snow in Beichen had already melted away, and the grass was covered with grass. But this year, the heavy snow in Beichen has already turned over. Fly endlessly, even bigger.

People said that God might be crazy, probably because the matter of raising a demon fox in the palace made God unhappy.

This kind of blame is obviously a bit unreasonable, but this is the way people vent their anger. They vent all their grievances on one person, and it seems that they can feel more at ease. Lian Qingcheng doesn't think it's strange. Bigger, more and more prosperous, and gradually, people who started to be dissatisfied with this kind of money and food investment finally ushered in what they dreamed of.

A million stones of grain sent by the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

When the food arrived in the imperial city, the people arranged by the imperial city were obviously not people from the official court, but merchants in Lianqingcheng. Since Jishantang had already been opened all over Beichen, it was not difficult to disperse it. Time, the first to send is the place where the snow disaster is severe.

She told Feng San that she borrowed grain from the Eastern Zhou wolf eagle, a folk merchant, in the name of a merchant, and she told Ji Li that she would record the loan on the national accounts of the two countries.

Ji Li's side has already been completed, and it was completed very satisfactorily, and he passed it on to Wei Feng, asking them to hire Mrs. Zheng.

And in Beichen, Feng San said that the Minister of the Household Department was still grinning and waiting for good news from Lian Qingcheng, the aunt.

Sometimes Lian Qingcheng was very funny when he saw what Feng San said. He fiddled with the abacus like a narrow-minded businessman, carefully calculating how much food this city still needs, and whether that city gave too much.

He worked hard every day, turning over those account books with saliva on his fingers, so unhappy, Lian Qingcheng took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Master Feng, I just heard Qiuyue say that Qianji Pavilion got an assassination plan a few days ago." Do you want to listen to people's methods?"

"What's so good about that?" Feng San said plainly with a glance at her, whether this person could speak, he was happy, but he was discussing whether to kill or not.

Lian Qingcheng laughed, "I heard that the people in Qianji Pavilion will observe the living habits of the assassination target. For example, people like you like to stick their fingers to the pages of books, and they will smear poison on the pages. , and then send it like this..."

When she gave it away, Feng San shuddered, threw the book away, and looked at Qiuyue again, "Yueyue, is this true?"

"It's a coward like you, why do you need such a troublesome method? Just wipe your neck with a knife." Qiuyue gave Feng San a white look, added tea for Lian Qingcheng, and said with a straight face behind Feng San's back. There was a slight smile on his face, Lian Qingcheng saw it in his eyes and smiled in his heart.

Feng San said that his neck lit up immediately, and without looking at the account book, he held his neck and said to Lian Qingcheng, "Grandma, what are you doing here today?"

"Tell you something."

"You must be talking to me about something, and it's a bad thing."

"It is indeed a bad thing."

"Don't, don't, I'm just making an analogy, this good day has just begun, can you let me talk about it slowly." Feng San said that he had the urge to hug Lian Qingcheng's thigh again.

"I'll show you something." Lian Qingcheng took out a pocket booklet from his sleeve. This booklet is really exquisite and cute. The handwriting on it is also flying like a man's handwriting.

Feng San said that he took it over and looked at it, glared at Lian Qingcheng, then mercilessly tore the booklet in half, then tore it to pieces, and finally threw it into the charcoal fire and burned it to ashes.

Seeing his actions like this, Lian Qingcheng didn't stop him, let him do all the things, then looked cheap, and shook his head while talking, "No more, hehe, there is nothing left."

Lian Qingcheng only drank tea, but Ye Zi opened the small package behind her back, and poured out a pile of identical booklets at once, Lian Qingcheng smiled, "It's okay, Mr. Feng, there are many more, you tear them slowly. "

Feng San said looking at the booklet at his feet, his fingers trembling in anger, he pointed at Lian Qingcheng, "You are bullying, you obviously didn't say that that night."

"I just asked, do you have the guts to do this with me?"

"But, but you didn't say that you would put the account on Beichen's head. You obviously, you obviously..." Feng San said that he was about to cry, but this time he was really beaten by Lian Qingcheng, didn't he Will the food be credited to those unlucky merchants?Why did it suddenly become a national account?

"I only said that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty would send food, but I didn't say where the food came from, and I didn't say that the merchants had to pay back the money."

"I, I won't sign~ I won't sign the blackmail account here~" Feng San said with a righteous face, and decisively rejected Lian Qingcheng.

Lian Qingcheng was very sorry, "Oh, what should I do, Beichen's wharf still has hundreds of thousands of grains, just waiting to be signed, but now you don't sign, which makes me very embarrassed."

"You, you, what do you mean?" Feng San said and jumped up, "If I don't sign, you won't give me food, right? Why do you want so much food? Are there worms? You can't finish it ! Besides, do you want to eat? You want to be stuffed to death!"

"Don't tell me, I can really eat it all. Ji Li is training soldiers. The soldiers are tired. They should have a lot of food. It should be no problem to eat this food." Lian Qingcheng said in a decent way .

Feng San said that he bit his lip and held back for a long time before he said with a pitiful face: "Grandma, can you really watch the common people starve to death?"

"This is really unfair to me. I obviously transferred all the food for you, but you refused to accept it. You are the one who wants to starve the people to death. How could it be me?" Lian Qingcheng said injustice.

Meeting Lian Qingcheng was the biggest crime Feng San said he had made in his life. Almost every time Lian Qingcheng helped him, he would cheat him, and each time was more serious and thrilling. After a while Feng San said that he had fallen into the pit and couldn't even climb out.

He collapsed on the ground, picked up those small books, and cried, "Can you make it cheaper? It's so expensive. It's sick. Is it sick? I'll sell it for a stone of grain. Let me go." Grab it, just a little bit, okay?"

"It's done, of course it's done." Lian Qingcheng agreed wholeheartedly.

Feng San raised his face full of snot and tears, "Really?"

Lian Qingcheng nodded, "Of course, after all, my lord has worked so hard, so it should be considered as a benefit for my lord."

(End of this chapter)